Hi everyone. I thought I'd let you all know how my first two sorties went last night after being absent from any virtual flying for almost 3 years....well, after AW passed on.
After needing a week to get my stick and rudders all set up (finding the time was the issue), I sat down at my desk. Sitting directly in front of me is my X45 setup and below, my old CH pedals. To my left are a few pages of notes I printed as well as Hammers
AH Quick Reference Sheet . To my right, I have a fresh poured glass of
Guinness to celebrate:)
I *think* I have everything set up on my stick that I'll ever need, but in the back of my mind, I know that's not going to be the real problem. Flying in AH requires much more pilot involvement than I've ever needed and I know that it's going to take some time for me to get remotely comfortable here. Heck, you wouldn't believe how long it took me to find out what country I was flying for, hehe. And since I've yet to figure out how to change countries, I'm a rook for right now;)
Ok, I've spent a good 5 or 10 minutes checking out the roster, setting up my plane, double and triple checking my stick setup...trying to remember what button does what etc. and I'm ready to hit the tarmac. Hmmm....but where at? I pull up the map and intuitively figure out how to move between bases and find one just a sector east of a sector with pretty large red and green bars. I figure it's now or never so I take the NW strip and launch.
Pucker factor is already starting as I climb out to 15k in my Hellcat; chosen for it's overall performance and the ability to take punishment...and yes, I expect to be taking much more than I'll be dishing it out, hehe. I try to figure out how the trim for speed works, test out trim for level and check out my ability to check my instruments. I can tell that it's going to be a real learning experience before things are intuitive.
I head to field 78 to the west and spots plenty of dots....most co-alt a few below and a few above me. I skirt the area looking for my first engagement...one where my SA doesn't have to be on;) ....basically a 1v1, hehe. But luck isn't with me as I can tell that once I engage anyone, other will join as everyone is in viz of each other.
I'm about commit myself to a fight when I hear sput-sput-sput...and I see my prop stop and slowly spin. What???? I put my head on a swivel and stomp on my rudder and take some wild evasives...but I don't hear or see anything. I check my damage (yes, I had to check my cheat sheet to see that's its ctl-d) and everythings green and showing no damage. So what's happening, why did my engine shut down, I try to restart a couple of times, but no joy. That's when it hits me...glancing down, I see the E standing out on my fuel gauge. Wouldn't you know it, but I'm finding out that 25% fuel, sure doesn't get you far when you're climbing out on full power, hehe.
So as that realization starts to hit home, I dive down gliding and head back east planing on ditching. And wouldn't you know it, I see a perfect opportunity to help out a countryman as he's dragging a red LA-5 (sorry, but i don't even know what color matches what country yet). Oh, btw, we don't get chased, we always are dragging;)
Unfortunately, without an engine, I can only send a few shots as they go screaming by and by now, I'm mixed up in a small furball as a glider...truely E fighting to the extreme. I finally can disengage, hoping I'm in the clear but withing seconds I am jumped from behind. As I'm furiously trying to shake this guy off, I realize what I've been missing all these years. Adrenaline takes over and I'm yanking and banking. Probably be spraining my neck if this was RL, hehe. Unfortunately, I forget everything I thought I'd remember about where my trim buttons are, flaps, etc. and the flight part of the flight or fight instinct takes over
. As I get near the ground, I actually end up dragging a wing and augering in a textbook
Smoking Wrecks manner, ending my 1st sortie with no kills, but a wondeful thrilling ride.
As I sat back in HQ, I revel in the glow of combat and take a swig of Guinness....aah:) It wasn't much of a fight, but it was enough for me to decide to take of with 50% fuel this time:lol
I head out west again and after getting an idea of my situation, I notice a lone rook (unknown a/c type) being chased by a red P-51. I know I don't have the speed to compete with them, but I hope that I may be able to distract the P-51 for a bit and force him to leave my countryman. I'm a bit late as I hop on the train at treetop level only at about 500yds out of the 51. I spray a few rounds into the 51 as we're weaving in and out among the trees and building (very cool, btw, as I've not been close to the ground before), but the 51's not panicing. He stays on the tail of my countryman and doesn't break away:(
I try to send a radio message to that rook to do a hard break, but in the state of combat, I can't remember which command does what on the radio, aargh!! The rook is just weaving left and right and maybe hasn't noticed me yet. Both of them have pulled away to over 800yds and I'm thinking of breaking this off as I don't like to be low like this. As I'm about to leave, I see the rook break hard right as he does so he drags a wing and crashes in a ball of fire.
Amazingly, like a gift from heaven, the 51 continues to follow and come around. I'm able to pull a solid 6g's to cut inside his turn and get within 400yds of him. I pull the trigger and my 6 .50's start firing...I see sparkles on the 51, buhahaha! I do a quick check on my 6 and see no one and I press my attack. I fire again, and more sparkes appear, but there doesn't seem to be any catastrophic damage as the 51 is starting to pull away. Now at 500 yds, at 600yds, 700yds and my shots aren't touching him....damn. I continue to press him wonder when and how I'm going to disengage and get out of this mess I'm now in.
I wait until he's a bit more than 1k out and then I break hard to the east (to the right), hoping he doesn't notice for some time which would give me a chance to get away. Just when I think I'm free, I check back and I see him turning to the right to get back on my 6. An boy, do those 51's turn fast when they're going full out. I reverse up and left (to help drain some speed to help my turn rate) and am barely able to merge with him as I see him fire a snap shot at our passing. No pings, but enought to wake me up and tell me that I'm not in the best position right now with both a/c going very fast, way too fast for my Hellcat and fighting a prettty good 51 pilot.
As I turn to meet my adversary, I lose sight of him...aaargh!! Frantically, I'm checking everywhere and I can't see him and panic starts to set in. I yank the stick over and that's when, in all essence, I lost the fight. I was lost, no SA. By the time I regained my composure, I found him on my 6 and pinging me. I dove into the trees and past a cool red building (again, pretty nice scenery by the AH terrain guys;)). I see tracers flying past me then I hear a loud sequence of hits and I lose elevator control. I try to pull up to get some alt to bail, but give up on that idea as I can't even remember how to, hehe.
So for the second time this evening, I end up performing a auger worthy of making my squad mates proud, woot!
Oh, that 51 pilot, his name was malibu. Once I figure out how to talk on the radio, I'll have to congratulate him:)